The last boss of the ninja world

The small low-rent house only has a TV and a bed.

There are two pillows on the bed.

One belongs to Su Heng, and the other also belongs to Su Heng.

It was the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the gentle moonlight broke into the hut through the screen window.

However, Su Heng was unable to extricate himself from the mystery of the Internet. He leaned against the bedside table and looked at his mobile phone, revealing a row of white teeth from time to time and sending out jiejie smiles.

'Please note: the battery is less than 5.00%! '

In the early hours of the morning, a reminder suddenly lit up on the phone screen.

Su Heng raised his arms in despair, stretched lazily, then put down his phone, plugged in the charger and turned off the TV.

Only one desk lamp was left to eliminate the loneliness of the long night.

After a while, the sound of snoring echoed in the hut.

The white moonlight suddenly hit the head of the bed, rubbed the bridge of Su Heng's nose, and projected on the wall nearby.

On the wall, in the poster, there is a huge red moon.

The nine dark magatama stones seemed to be guided by the moonlight, and they turned silently.

Konoha 38 years, autumn.

A cool breeze blew by.

In a daze, Su Heng covered his heavy forehead and slowly opened his sleepy eyes.

As far as the eye enters, the sparse branches of the trees intersect with each other, and occasionally a ray of sunlight leaks out, flickering among the leaves.

"Where am I!"

The unfamiliar environment made Su Heng suddenly sit up and turn around to look around.

Below me, there are blue bricks and yellow tiles stretching for hundreds of meters; not far ahead, there is a yellow stone rockery, the color of the stone is slightly earthy red, standing in the middle of a clear small lake; beside the mountain, there is a pavilion with bead curtains on all sides.

Behind the curtain, there is a beautiful woman playing the piano through the gauze, and the sound of the piano flows between the rise and fall of her fingertips, either empty or real, and ever-changing.

Unfortunately, the sound is a little weird, and it has a strong Japanese flavor.

Through the curtain, it was difficult to see the true appearance of the person behind the curtain, but based on his feeling, Su Heng could roughly guess that she would definitely be a great beauty.

Su Heng rubbed his eyes and pinched the back of his hand. When the pain hit his brain, Su Heng knew that this was not a dream.

who is it!

"Who did this to me on purpose? Put me on the roof of the park while I was sleeping?"

Confused, a black shadow suddenly appeared out of thin air. Su Heng was so frightened that his whole body trembled and he opened his mouth to shout.

Unexpectedly, before any sound came out of his mouth, the black shadow stretched out a pair of strong palms to cover Su Heng's mouth and nose, and pressed him back onto the yellow tile.

Su Heng struggled hard, but those palms seemed to have tens of thousands of pounds of power. No matter how hard Su Heng tried, they would not move at all.

"Shh~ It's me!"

At this time, a familiar yet unfamiliar male voice came to my ears.

Su Heng couldn't break free, so he simply gave up the struggle and followed the sound.

I saw that the man covering his mouth was extremely tall, with long snow-white hair that reached to his waist, and an iron plate tied to his forehead with a big word "oil" written on it.

Under each of his eyes, there was a blood-red mark. He was wearing an orange-red outer coat, with a brown inner shirt underneath, wooden clogs on his feet, and armor-like equipment on both wrists.

Such a familiar face, such familiar clothes, but Su Heng couldn't remember where he had seen him.

Um? ? ?Is he Jiraiya?

I knock, prank, role play?

Is there any charge?

The point is... did you give money to the person who persecuted me?

Su Heng's mind went blank, and when he thought that he still owed Father Ma thousands of dollars on a certain treasure that he had not repaid, he felt a dull pain in his heart.

The big man dressed up as Jiraiya glanced at Su Heng lightly. He was not in the mood to figure out what Su Heng was thinking at the moment. Seeing that Su Heng was no longer making a fuss, he relaxed his hands and lay beside him.

Then he pushed Su Heng's butt with his strong waist, winked and motioned Su Heng to move to the corner of the room where the leaves were thicker, and at the same time lowered his voice and said: "Hey friend, squeeze in."

Jiraiya's power was so great that Su Heng had no time to react. He was forced to move half a meter away by Jiraiya.

The forced friction on the tiles made Su Heng's skin ache all over his body. He was about to complain, but he heard Jiraiya's mouth unconsciously exclaim: "Wow~Wow~Wow~"

Su Heng was stunned for half a second, and his curiosity drove him to follow Jiraiya's gaze and look into the courtyard.

Half a second later, Su Heng unconsciously grinned and sighed: "Wow~Wow~Wow~"

What other benefits does the prank show have?

Boss, two more games!

On the roof, Su Heng and Jiraiya stared at the small lake below mesmerized.

I don’t know when, a beautiful girl emerged from the lake. Her whole body was flawless in white jade, her front was as round as a bead, and her long hair outlined her graceful S-shaped perfect body line.

Su Heng swallowed hard and suddenly felt extremely hot all over.

However, at this moment, Jiraiya stood up instantly, jumped back quickly and said, "No, run!"

"run?"

Su Heng only heard the word 'run', and then saw Jiraiya's figure leaping to the telegraph pole dozens of meters away.

Before he could think about it, he saw another group of samurai wearing Japanese samurai uniforms rushing out from behind the walls on both sides of the inner courtyard.

They held bright long knives in their hands, shouted "There is an assassin" in their mouths, and chased Jiraiya in the direction of Jiraiya.

Wrong, wrong.

very wrong!

It starts with Jiraiya mysteriously appearing and saying "Don't make a sound", and then ending with the Japanese samurai appearing and shouting "There are assassins".

What they speak is not Chinese, but Japanese!

"Strange, why can I understand Japanese? Is it because I watch too many short movies on weekdays?" Su Heng obviously missed the point, and his mind was full of confusion about the Japanese painting style surrounding him.

When Jiraiya's figure disappeared from the end of the field of vision, the Japanese samurai returned shouting indignantly.

Su Heng just realized that Jiraiya's athletic ability far exceeded the limits of human beings just now. He jumped dozens of meters in one step. I'm afraid Newton's coffin board couldn't hold it down, right?

"What's this all about..." Su Heng's mind was still in confusion.

It took me a long time before I remembered a word: time travel!

I am so excited, I am sleeping at home peacefully. I am not really traveling through time now, am I?No, no?

Could it be because I was bored and read a fan novel last night, so...

Did I travel through time?

The warriors got closer and closer, and Su Heng was so frightened by the long swords in their hands that he held his breath.

You can put aside the matter of time travel. After all, those guys in the hands of Japanese samurai don't look fake.

"Hey~"

"Hero, save me, Lord Jiraiya, save me!"

When a shuriken flew past Su Heng's scalp, an authentic Japanese plea for help blurted out from Su Heng's mouth.

The black hair falling in the wind gently crossed Su Heng's eyes.

As if like a reminder, it deeply stimulated Su Heng's sensory nerves, making him feel a chill from head to toe.

Of course, there was also the warmth flowing freely between his legs.

"Hey~"

"Ding!"

The cold light cut through the sky, and a crisp warning sounded in Su Heng's ears.

A kunai as long as a forearm and as thick as two fingers accurately hit the second shuriken flying towards Su Heng at an extremely fast speed.

"Ninpo Senjizo" Jiraiya's voice sounded again.

Without seeing anyone, Su Heng was tightly wrapped in a ball of soft silk threads.

A strong feeling of weightlessness ensued. Su Heng was tossed wildly around in the soft threads, and his stomach tumbled several times.